"The child is still sick, her body is weak now, not to mention she's not heavy, I can carry her."
Scarlett Glenn clung to Dylan Young's neck, smiling silently as she looked at Nell Harris.
Nell Harris shot him a glance: "You'll spoil her like this."
That look made Dylan Young's heart melt, his voice unconsciously softened: "No, Scarlett is a sensible young lady, besides, girls should be pampered more."
"Let's go, let's go downstairs and return the house."
Dylan Young walked ahead carrying Scarlett, the corner of his mouth never ceasing to smile.
Their earlier conversation made him feel like a husband and wife discussing their child's education, so intimate.
This small matter made Dylan Young happy, realizing that he's the kind of person who's easily satisfied, as long as it's about her, even the smallest thing, even just a look, could make him happy.
Nell Harris followed behind Dylan Young, watching his towering back, an indescribable feeling in her heart.
